dt_maxwell: ([Animals] Baby Eater)
The siblings are huddling within a nest of pillows and blankets and pilfered couch cushions situated in the far corner of a small third floor parlor. Greylin is wearing his wolfshape, not so much in the corner as laying along the entire back wall, but even he has a blanket big enough to cover him. Lykke and Siad are firmly cuddled up on either side of their elder brother, arms and fingers entangled in the thick brindled gray fur of his neck and chest. All three are staring at the parlor door, which stands slightly ajar.

A burst of high, raucous laughter pierces the silence hanging throughout the inn - a gleeful cackle that has made archdevils shake (Mama), a whispering giggle reminiscent of cracking bones (Uncle Halion), and a diabolical laugh worthy of the maddest of mad scientists (Uncle Farran).

Greylin - Scourge of the Southern Wastes, Wolf-Prince of the Crossroads, future Lord of Mistwrought - whines and flattens his ears.

"You'd think we'd be used to this by now," Siad says, trying and failing to keep his voice from shaking.

"There are non-interference rules usually in effect," Lykke says, pressing closer to her brother, "so Mama and the Uncles can't go out and do anything when someone manages to do something really stupid and piss them all off, just fume quietly and try to find something to distract themselves while we forget they have Done Things Back In The Day that would make Old Gods run screaming into the night."

"And then there are the times when they are allowed to do something," Greylin rumbles, nosing a blanket until it covers his head and shoulders and younger twin sibs. The warm darkness is a welcome comfort and muffles the lingering echoes of twisted planning. "And they make up for all the other lost opportunities-"

"-and end up going batshit crazy," says Siad.

"I was thinking more indulge their megalomaniacal tendencies in the search for sweet, sweet vengeance, but go batshit works, too."

They are not afraid of their mother and uncles. They are afraid of what they can do, as Mama, Uncle Halion, and Uncle Farran are normally able to control their tempers and act as the cool voices of reason for the eccentric collection of people that live and work in and around the Imp's Head Tavern and Mistwrought and is, for all intents and purposes, a truly sprawling extended family. It is unnerving for the Lunamortis children to see Mama and the Uncles outside the roles most familiar to them: guardians and guides and founts of wry, hard-earned wisdom. (Uncle Halion would argue there was nothing wise about Uncle Farran, who would say, nN, but I make up for it in charisma and dashing good looks, you introverted beanpole, and then they'd start hurling insults and trying to out-drink the other and draw the whole rest of the tavern into the contest and Mama would bang her head against the table and mutter brothers as both a benediction and a curse.)

The mad laughter is a reminder that their mother and uncles are people, too, three of the individuals with power over and responsibility for the spaces between worlds, not just the people who raised Greylin and Lykke and Siad, and sometimes that power goes to their heads. They have never claimed to be good people, but when you've seen the Matron Protectorate up to her elbows in cookie dough, or the Lord of Rimehaven asleep on the couch and drooling on a pillow, or the Lord-Commander of Ravens' Hold repairing a clockwork toy for the child of one his Ravens, it's hard to remember that the rest of the multiverse has only seen them at their most terrifying.

It doesn't make the audible plotting of some poor idiot's inevitable demise any less of a disturbing experience, though. Mama and the Uncles are an inventive, vindictive trio when given the opportunity.

"Do we have cookies?"

"Mint chocolate chip and snickerdoodle."

"Do we have booze?"

"Assorted Jabberwocky brands."

"Do we have board games?"

"Oh so many."

"Can we close the door, please?"

Greylin pokes his head out from the blanket and huffs a deep breath. The parlor door swings closed, muffling the echoes of laughter, and the direwolf burrows fully back under the covers.

"Best big brother ever."
dt_maxwell: ([TV] Goddess)
(Should be doing something productive with my time, like working on the three papers I have due this week, but instead I am brainstorming for Mistwrought and reading fanfic. Le sigh, self.

But anyway. Scribble ahead.

Lykke and Corbin are two of my new favorites, by the way. I REGRET NOTHING.)

Corbin has seen far too many eldritch abominations pass through Mistwrought's fog-shrouded streets (and what the Matron Protectorate did to the eldritch abominations that thought her town's citizens made decent snacks) to be phased by anything that happened at the Inn any longer. Still, walking in on his way to report to the Matron, the Raven couldn't help but notice the remains of one hell of a party in the front parlor.

He detoured to Lykke's office.

"Why is there an entire pantheon of gods passed out in the main parlor?"

Lykke glanced up from preparing her morning dose of spiced coffee. "Oh, that," she said, lifting her mug and taking a careful sip. Frowning at the taste, she set it down and added another spoonful of sugar and a few dashes of nutmeg. "First-time visitors to the Imp's Head. Got a bit too big for their britches, as it were. Mama dared them to a drinking contest, started tapping the kegs of Jabberwocky, then finally brought out the Wormwood. "Test the integrity of their livers," she said."

Corbin blinked once, then again. "Your mother fights dirty," he said. He'd have to ask Quinzel later about what precisely these gods had done to earn the ire of Lailya Lunamortis. Springing Jabberwocky Wormwood on the uninitiated without any advance warning was just...mean.

Lykke smirked and sipped her coffee. "Well, if it's a fair fight, you're doing it wrong."
...and wanted to share, too.

(And also, hey, look, an update. Kinda.)

One day I'll do a proper backstory for this 'verse. In the meantime, I have no idea what this is. Huzzah! )

Rant time!

Sep. 22nd, 2011 09:46 pm
Trying not to panic with the LSAT a little over a week away. Fuuuuuuuuuck.

(I am so fucking sick of my LSAT prep class. I want my Tuesday and Thursday nights back so badly.)

Taking comfort in three things: brand new journal (as in, real paper), Pokemon, and Game of Thrones.

First off, new journal. Normally I'd be using my Moleskine, but I've ended up setting that aside for stuff pertaining to my Watchers 'verse: random factoids, bits of character-driven trivia, and little scenes and dialogue exchanges as they pop into my head. I've recently noticed, though, that I've become a little burnt out with the Watchers 'verse. So I picked up a nice hardcover journal; the pages are nice and thick, so the gel pens I favor for writing don't bleed through, which is a pet peeve of mine. Ended up doing a lot of scribbling for my Inn-Between-Worlds idea, which is really fun because I get to write about Lailya being a scary BAMF and I have missed writing about Lailya. <3

Second, Pokemon. This has pretty much become my primary de-stressor for the past week. I bought Pokemon Black around the time it first came out, but I got distracted with papers and projects and finals and it just fell by the wayside. Then the Nintendo 3DS price drop was announced, and then the Flame Red Nintendo 3DS was announced, and thus I bought a 3DS for myself (I'd been saving the money I'd made from yardwork this past summer for a 3DS and I'd just gotten enough saved away when the price drop was announced so I was stoked). I also bought The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, but that's a little...involved. Pokemon is pretty straightforward and a bit mindless at times (especially when level grinding), and it's ended up being a really nice way to unwind when I've had a very long, terrible day.

I am also excited because with the 3DS, I can finally connect to the Nintendo Wireless Connection using the Internet at home, so I can freaking trade at long last. :D (Thank you again, [livejournal.com profile] becca_mew! My babies are growing strong and kicking butt.) Can't use the damn thing with BU's wireless, however, the IT people have it under so much protection it'd be funny if it wasn't so frustrating at times, so I need to find a free wifi spot somewhere in Boston.

And finally, Game of Thrones. *happy twirl* HBO was only added back to our cable package when the folks at Comcast tempted Dad with a pretty sweet deal and we ended up having an impromptu movie marathon the Sunday before Billy and I went back to college. Mom was interested in watching GoT for a while, too, and she finally got around to watching it when I went home this past weekend - five straight hours Saturday, five on Sunday.

I've read the first two books in A Song of Ice and Fire years ago (my copies are...somewhere), and while I haven't read the others yet, I do know what happens, if only because I'm pretty blasé about spoilers. So, y'know, I already knew all the relevant plot points and I kind of gloated a lot because Mom kept pushing me to tell her what the hell was going to happen next and I was all, "Nuh-uh, it's a lot more fun not telling you." Mom retaliated by coming up with the stupidest predictions possible because she knows I will be unable to resist telling her how wrong she is and why in God's good name would even think that, clearly THIS is going to happen next goddamnit Mom, you are terrible, and then Mom just grins triumphantly.

So yeah, GoT was freaking awesome. I of course love and adore Sean Bean with all my heart and soul (and I was both gleeful and horrified when I had first heard he was being cast as Ned Stark, because damn, HBO, you're fucking evil, taunting all those people who hadn't read the book), and he was perfect, and Tyrion is, as always, one of the best characters in the series and Peter Dinklage does such a fantastic job with him, and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is so fucking hawwwwt, I don't care that Jaime's a complete bastard at the moment. And then there's the one and only Dany, my favorite character in the series since I first read the book, 'cause come on, dragons. (They did such an AWESOME job with the finale, I wouldn't have changed a thing.)

...I will say, though, that I really wasn't expecting to do any 'shipping with this series. I didn't ship anyone when I read the books (it just didn't seem right to me), but with the TV series canon? Yeah, I am all over Jorah/Dany. Goddamn, Iain Glen, you are a sexy, sexy beast. (I was never on board with Drogo/Dany. Jason Momoa was perfect as Drogo, but the relationship in the book skeeved me a whole lot, especially since Dany was younger there, and the feeling ended up carrying over while I watched the show (though Drogo in the books was actually quite a bit gentler on the wedding night than in the show, which just made me go "o_o"); I interpreted Dany as sort of latching onto Drogo as her sun-and-stars mostly as a way to cope with a really uncomfortable situation rather than going mad, and I think it becomes a bit more apparent in the later books that Dany ends up looking back on the arranged marriage as a, "Yeah, did not want" thing, though she certainly did come out stronger for it.)

So! In short: GoT is win, I want Season 2 right the hell now, and Dany/Jorah FTW. (I am really, really hoping the writers are willing to take a slightly different direction with them than what goes on in the books. We shall see.)
Ugh, driving two or three times a week up to Boston for three-and-a-half hours of LSAT prep is brutal. Yet another reason to look forward to being back in Boston for fall semester - I'll only be a half-mile away, and after class is over in the evenings I can hitch a ride back to StuVi2 on the BU Shuttle. (No, I have no intention of walking over the BU Bridge at 9:30, that's scary enough to cross in daylight.) Also, y'know, Boston, home sweet home. I hate Cape Cod, seriously.

Hoping for a good year during my senior year. (Oh my God, I'm a senior in college, when did that happen?) Fun classes this fall - full political science lineup with American Constitutional Law (with Silverstein! Fuck yeah!), Special Topics in American Politics: Law and Society, America at War: The Response to 9/11 (with Kriner (!!) and some other professor I don't remember the name of), and Presidential Leadership (also with Kriner!) - and I've got two of them with Nicole (the Kriner classes, and we're even in the same discussion section for Presidential Leadership) which is nothing short of awesome. She's also living on West campus this year, so I've finally got someone to eat dinner with at the dining hall, yay!

Writing's been going pretty slowly, unfortunately. LSAT prep is burning me out, but I've gotten a bit more of the next Downtime fic written over the past few days, which is something. Here's hoping I can at least continue writing bits and pieces.

And I should probably finish up my LSAT homework before I have to get ready to head to Boston. There's a day-night doubleheader at Fenway today, which means traffic in the Longwood Medical Area (where I usually drive through on the way to BU) is going to be at a literal STANDSTILL, so I need to either leave early or take the long way through Dorchester and Brookline once I finally get up there. Ugh. Can't wait for move-in day.
So Zaeed's being an uncooperative bastard about his entry for the Downtime series. I got two paragraphs written before the smarmy ass lit up a cigar, sat back, and told me to fuck off. Jack, at least, was simply resistant to the idea of showing a side that wasn't Tough Raging Psycho Bitch; Zaeed is just being contrary and a pain in my ass.

...Christ, I have video game characters for muses who live in my head. Fuck but I am a therapist's goldmine.

On the bright side, while Zaeed is being an ass, I've taken the time to finalize what I want to do with the rest of the series - well, mostly. Joker's only being grudgingly helpful and my Mordin muse is flat out gone so I've had to move his piece down to the twelve spot, but Garrus, Grunt, Samara, and Thane are at least cooperating.

Still, I think I'm going to just let this writer's block run its course and do something not related to ME to give myself a break. So. What to do that isn't yardwork.

...

Star Wars fanfiction? Yeah, let's start with that.
Next part of the Downtime series (Jack's entry) will hopefully be up either Monday or Tuesday, maybe tomorrow if I can push through. I hit a big stretch of writer's block for a few weeks and I thought it best to take a break from writing rather than force it. On the bright side, Jack's piece had already been started and I know where it's going, it's just a matter of how long it's going to take. Likely it won't be as long as the Legion piece.

(All the positive feedback on the Legion piece, by the way, is the reason why my brain has kick-started again on the writing front. Seriously, you guys, my face actually hurt because I was smiling so much. I've never gotten so much feedback before and it thrills me that so many are reading and enjoying my little fics. Thanks, guys.)

Updates will also be slow as I'm currently helping Dad out with yardwork. Blue Water has yet to get back to me about my application and other jobs on the Cape are pretty much non-existent, but I still need spending money and something to do. So Dad offered to pay me ten dollars an hour if I helped out with yardwork, which I agreed to do.

I'm currently only doing two hours a day; I'm woefully out of shape, so Dad wants to build up my stamina. My main job the first few days was watering. Now, that doesn't seem like a big deal, but watering includes taking care of about twenty or so baby Leland Cypresses that Dad planted out front as a privacy screen. They each need roughly five gallons of water (ten gallons in a few of the older trees), and it would take too damn long with the hose, plus the spray would blow all the mulch away and it's really hard to tell just when five gallons have been used.

So. We fill up buckets.

Again, I am out of shape. There is no damn way in hell I can lift a full five gallon without rupturing something. Half a bucket is still heavy as sin, but at least I can carry it, but I have to make two trips out to each Leland Cypress, and the hose I use to fill up the buckets only extends so far.

Also, the front yard gets a lot of sun. So the first few days of yardwork I was absolutely miserable. Dad's telling me he expects me to able to carry a full five gallon bucket in each hand by the end of the summer. For the record, I'm five foot four, he's six foot two and that bucket is down at my ankles when I'm carrying it.

Dad is what some people would call an "optimist."

So I kind of hate my dad just a little bit at the moment, but I am getting out of the house and I am getting exercise and most importantly, I am getting paid. It also hasn't been so bad the past few days because it's been overcast and rainy, so I haven't had to water the Lelands. Thank. God.

I have been weeding, though. There's...a lot of dandelions in the front yard. And the side yard. (We have a really big plot of land.) And the backyard. Some of the little bastards even took root in the sand and gravel driveway. The newer plants come out easily, but the older, bigger ones have such wide root systems that I end up pulling a huge chunk of dirt out with the roots and then I have to spend another five minutes trying to loosen the dirt and fill in the hole.

Front yard currently looks a bit like a warzone with all the pulled up dandelions and I haven't even made a dent in the population. My back and knees hate me.

Christ, maybe I should have asked for fifteen an hour.
I finished the Legion piece for the "Downtime" series Monday and holy God did it turn into a monster. Easily twice as long as the other stories I've already got written, and I'm hoping it'll remain the longest. (I much prefer to write short and sweet. I love conveying a whole story and world in as few words as possible. Or in just dialogue.)

Aaaand I think I have some inspiration for Mordin's piece now. Awesome.

My original plan was to write one installment in the "Downtime" series a day (with the idea to post an installment every two to three days, so I can go back and edit them with fresh eyes), but I ended up taking yesterday off to recharge. Going to get to work on Jack's bit later this evening and tomorrow I'll work Zaeed's (which I think might end up the most humorous in the series, because I had two equally hilarious possibilities for Zaeed, but went with one I thought I could make much more plausible while retaining some silly bits). Day after that is Garrus's turn, then Grunt or Samara (which ever one I finalize first), then Mordin, Thane (who I still don't have a damn idea for - much as I like Thane, I just can't get into his head easily), Joker, and finally the Shepard piece, which, now that I think about it, might end up as long or longer than the Legion piece.

I'll likely post Kasumi's installment tomorrow or Friday, as I still need to go over it for edits; Jacob's will follow Sunday or Monday. In the meantime, time for a little fun before I need to struggle with the hardest part of each installment: starting the son of a bitch.

*sighs*
Sooooo I seem to be writing fanfic again.

I blame [livejournal.com profile] me_challenge. I'm a long-time lurker both there and at [livejournal.com profile] masseffect, so I see the alerts about the Weekly Insanity Round going up and it's like, "Hey, drabbles!" so I scurry over to the challenge comm and read and giggle and coo and aww and everything else. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the week before last, I really, really liked one of the prompts, and decided to write something for it, and it felt awesome. And then I decided to post them on FanFiction.Net, hive of scum and villainy that it is.

And then last week I filled out two more prompts. I've posted them at the Pit of Voles now, too.

You can probably see where this is going.

I will probably do another prompt for this week's Insanity Round, but in the meantime, I've been writing more fic. On my own time. I haven't done that shit in years.

Y'see, one of the prompts I did for last week was "Miranda, downtime," so I wrote a quick little ficlet about Miranda in her off-duty hours, and while I'm not normally much of a Miranda fan, I do not actively dislike her, and I found myself really liking seeing Miss Cerberus let her hair down, as it were. And then a few reviewers said, "Hey, this is good!" And I blushed, because holy crap people apparently like my oddball ideas. "Will you continue this?" they asked, and I shook my head because Lord, Miranda was okay, but I wasn't going to spend all my damn time writing about her. "No, no, we mean continue this and use the other squadmates. And Joker, can't forget Joker," they said.

Open mouth.

Close mouth.

Tilt head to one side.

Look down.

Oh, hey there little plot bunny, aren't you just the cutest-

Aw, crap.

So. Besides Miranda, I've written similar ficlets starring Tali, Kasumi, and Jacob, which I will be posting over the next few days as I don't want to post them all in one lump. I have ideas outlined for Legion, Jack, Zaeed, Garrus, and my FemShep (and her piece will be posted last), and still need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do for Grunt, Mordin, Samara, Thane, and Joker. I'm currently working on the Legion fic, or at least trying to, because son of a bitch how the hell am I supposed to write in the third person limited about a gestalt-consciousness of some 1,000 individual programs all living in one synthetic body?

Sigh. I'll figure something out, I guess.

Can't believe I'm even doing this, but the bunnies and muses haven't been this active in months. I'll take what I can get.

(P.S. Would, um, anyone like me to post my little ficlets here rather than have to swim through the landfill that's FF.Net?)
Beneath the cut is the first part of the new Watchers 'verse story that's been kicking around my head a while back. Here we finally get to meet The Boss (though he is not referred to as such, as he thinks of himself as "Victor" and not "Boss" like all his scared little minions loyal subordinates do) and see Yalora be really fucking scary. Needs a lot of polish, and the precocious baby dragons haven't been introduced yet, but I wanted to get this up and maybe get some critique.

~

We will be paying a few of the Courts-in-Exile some social calls. )
So there has been a suspicious lack of DA2-playage this spring break so far, as I've been distracted by the muses suddenly plinking a Watchers 'verse story in my head.

They have the worst timing, I swear. So gaming has been put on the wayside whilist I wrestle with this idea.

It's got potential. Rhakunvar and Yalora drop their hatchlings off at Watchers HQ (an emergency's come up that requires their immediate attention (i.e., the Sidhe have rendered them a grave insult, so they're gonna go eat some uppity Fae) and the babies can't be left unattended at home, of course), and Hilarity Ensues as six precocious baby dragons wander about chased by their honorary aunts Nora and Savannah trying to keep the damage to HQ and their sanity to a minimum.

It's totally an excuse to write about Rainbow Bite being cute. It's also the perfect excuse to show Rhakunvar being a creepy-scary son of a bitch*, but for all his creepy-scariness, when provoked, Yalora is worse. :D

Now I just need to figure out how to start this sucker. Damnit.



*Okay, I'm finally going to admit that I've always envisioned Matthew Settle as Rhakunvar (at least when he's bothered to put his human glamor on), and I'll probably remove all meta jokes about that if I ever turn this 'verse into a proper novel. I've always loved Matthew Settle's portrayal of the scary-intense Captain Speirs from Band of Brothers, and I honestly believe he could pull off Rhakunvar's Yalora-is-going-to-let-me-eat-some-pathetic-lower-lifeforms-slasher smile veryvery well. DON'T JUDGE ME.
A Year of Dragons: It's okay to be afraid of Rhakunvar, everyone is. Just don't let him know.

Finally finished the last of my Watchers 'verse edits and am immensely pleased with the results. It was really fun expanding this particular story - I got to flesh out Rhakunvar more, for one, which was awesome. :D

Find myself contemplating a search for books on homes in the Berkshires, though. There are some pictures floating around of the country homes the crazy rich built back in the late 19th and early 20th centuries (mostly in Lenox, so I don't know for sure if they were built elsewhere in the region) that inspired what I think The Manor Yalora and Rhakunvar own looks like, but I'd rather not rely on Wikipedia for specifics. Eh, something to do when I have time.

And now - Dragon Age!

Work work

Feb. 9th, 2011 09:44 pm
Wires and Wormwood is now up at deviantART, yay!

"A Year of Dragons" is definitely going to be a bit before I upload it, though. I've been tweaking and fiddling and editing for three hours and I've barely gone past the first page. Still, it is my favorite Watchers 'verse piece that I've yet written, so I want to take care with this baby. *pets it*

Regardless, I think I'm going to take a break from story editing for the night. Probably shouldn't watch Once Upon a Time in the West, I've gotta be in bed by midnight, but perhaps The Princess Bride? Or maybe Stardust. Something fun.
dt_maxwell: ([TV] Snappy Dresser)
Another morning in the Law Auditorium, with another bagel and another cup of coffee. Don't why I bother with coffee, honestly, caffeine makes me sleepy.

The predicted snow showers for later this afternoon have apparently decided to get a headstart, because there is a distinct lack of snow going on outside and quite a lot of drippy wet rain. And me without my umbrella.

Damnit, I want a real snow day this semester.

Continuing with the edits of my Watchers 'verse stories. Downtime is now up at dA (and includes new tidbits of why Nora thinks Rhakunvar is a scary son of a bitch), and "Wires and Wormwood" will likely go up later this week since there's nothing I feel can be added to it. "Not Your Average Neighbors" (to be renamed "A Year of Dragons"), however, is receiving a lot of new content and that's going to take a while to polish.

Hm, I nearly forgot about that zombie story I wrote for Halloween two years ago. Might hold off on editing that, at least until I spend a day wandering around the North End.

Have the seeds of a new Watchers story brewing in my head. We'll see where it goes; I'd like to try and submit it to Strange Horizons if I find myself liking it enough.

God, I know I always get here early, but damn, there's at least a few other students who've shuffled into the auditorium by now!

EDIT (9:12 AM): ZOMG IT'S TRUCK DAY! YAAAAY!

Bleh.

Feb. 2nd, 2011 09:09 pm
dt_maxwell: ([Misc] Fire)
Today was very much a terrible, no good, very bad day. I'd rather not go into details at the moment, but suffice to say it sucked hard and I'm glad its over. I'll probably bitch about it tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm going to spend my evening editing some of my Watchers 'verse stories for posting on deviantArt. The Hunters of the Dark, Can't Get a Word in Edgewise, and The Unlikeliest of Neighbors (formerly "Let Every Eye Negotiate for Itself"). All three have received varying amounts of editing, but ultimately I'm satisfied with them - for now, anyway.

Fiddling around with an idea for a brand new Watchers 'verse story, but God only knows when that will get written. Still nice to know the muses haven't completely deserted me.

Righty then, to work!
Blaaaaargh. Long semester. Thanksgiving break is nearly upon us. Yaaaay.

Getting into gear for Cataclysm. Mad explosion of RP on the guild forum, which has made the other Iron-Singers and I do happy dances. Expecting good things come the expansion RP-wise. (Also, raiding! Achievements! Questing! Whee!)

Don't remember the last time I read a book for fun. Much saddened by this. Hopefully I can start (and finish!) The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson before 2011 begins. Unlikely, but I'm gonna damn well try.

Kind of burned out from college this semester. Really want to write something, but just don't know what. Silly Nora and Sav hijinks? Rhakunvar and Yalora being all cuddly and sappy and terrifying everyone around them? Lailya picking up her terrible manathistle-cigarette smoking habit again as Azeroth burns? That Brindlewood story that's a barely disguised BoB AU with hints of my one true literary love that's been sitting in the back of my head for two years?

Meh, I'm done with classes early tomorrow. Maybe I'll finally get around to typing some of these ideas out.
So my little Brindlewood 'verse fic with the mercenaries has stalled for the moment. On the one hand, I'm irked because I got a good chunk written, and nothing pisses me off more than having my groove interrupted by the inability to figure out what to do next. On the other hand, this means delaying the embarrassment of having a mercenary!ficlet with such obvious references to fandom that it borders on crossover fanfiction.

Sigh. Oh well, I'll just grab a few other books off my shelves to peruse until the itch to write again returns.

In the meantime, I'm gonna go plop myself into a chair in the kitchen with the binoculars and a copy of Birds of Massachusetts and see if I can't spot anything other than the mourning doves and house wrens that have taken over the feeders for the past few days. Haven't seen the red-bellied woodpeckers in a while. And maybe I'll see that Baltimore oriole again! He's purdy.

...Oh son of a bitch, I'm turning into a birder.
So I've spent the last three days with my nose buried in a book.

Well, not just one book. Quite a few, actually. I've been spending a great deal of time since the semester ended trying to catch up on my pleasure reading with a vengeance, mostly books I'd bought sporadically since January but hadn't had time to fully indulge in. I managed to catch up on those (oh my Goooooood, Dead Beat by Jim Butcher is officially the best book EVER in terms of sheer AWESOME!), and then thought it'd be a good idea to cycle back to some of my old favorites that I hadn't read in a while.

This inevitably lead me to deciding to pick up Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series once again.

They're very readable and very fun - and, not gonna lie, ever since I first read Arrows of the Queen I've always wanted a Companion. The thing is, every time I finish reading a Lackey book (and today I tore through the Vows and Honors books specifically), I get the itch to fiddle around with my Brindlewood 'verse, specifically the components dealing with mercenary companies, and combined with some other books I've been reading and a show I rewatched recently, I've actually gotten a bit of inspiration for writing and the muses are staring at me and cackling and grinning evil grins, help!

So, yes, urge to write (something, probably just a short story) rising. And stick in stupidly-obvious shout outs to favorite things (which, admittedly, might only seem stupidly-obvious to me) and post it here on LJ to have my ego stroked. Siiiigh.

Oh, well.

2010: Day 3

Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:12 pm
So 2010's been rather all right - we got dumped with more snow last night and today, but it only looks bad because it's so damned windy. We've got maybe two inches on the ground at the most, but if the weather stays as cold as it's been it'll be a while before the stuff melts away.

Finally found out the rest of my textbook list, then grumbled. As much as I enjoy my political science classes, taking them means having to be up to date on current events, and that means the book requirements are for the most recent editions and there aren't any cheap copies to buy because they've obviously only just come out. My bank account is not happy. Luckily Dad's putting some money in my account tomorrow so I can buy my textbooks online and have them ready for pickup when I head back to BU sometime Saturday or Sunday.

Muses are poking me, telling me I should write an angsty set-in-winter drabble starring Danny McCormick. Told them I refused to write about sad boys in snow, especially when the drabble was more likely to turn into Nora throwing snowballs at her brother until he stopped moping and started doing something useful, like making a snow fort. (Nora's not heartless, but her sympathizing is like to turn into annoyance if the brooding goes on too long.) The muses sulked and went back to their corner, thankfully, because while I definitely want the Watchers 'verse to have serious elements and Danny's got hella lot of issues, I also want it to be a fun 'verse where my characters aren't wrapped up completely up in their own little universes.

...I'mma gonna step off the writer's soap box now.

Right then, time to eat. And after that, time to run a few heroics. Or RP in guild chat. Or something. Yay, fun times!

Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [livejournal.com profile] dragon_mouse! *throws confetti*
Happy New Year, everyone!

Been brainstorming the past couple of days and have written down assorted random facts concerning my Watchers 'verse. Some of it will likely be relevant to the story, others not so much, but it gets the ideas written down and fleshes out the world a little bit more. And I felt like sharing, so enjoy!

Miscellaneous Watchers 'Verse Factoids

*The relationship between Nora and Sav is best described as "heterosexual life partners."
*All mages have higher than average metabolisms, due to the stress large reservoirs of magic put on the body, though many average mages experience few negative side effects other than those associated with draining their reserves. Active duty battle mages regularly employed by the Watchers need to consume roughly 8,000 calories a day in order to keep up their magical reserves and maintain healthy weights; Danny, as an S-class mage who can only safely (relatively) use his magic in large bursts or for powerful spells, needs to eat around 10,000 calories daily or risk his magic ravaging his body to keep functioning, but is often several pounds underweight despite his best efforts (and Mama McCormick's).
*Danny says it best: "Being an S-class sucks."
*Lunchtime (or breakfast, or dinner, or any time, really) in the Boston HQ cafeteria during or after a particularly harrowing shift and with five or more mages present is more properly referred to as a "feeding frenzy."
*Nora and her siblings are Irish-Italian, Roman Catholic, born-and-raised-Bostonians. This may or may not explain some of their eccentricities.
*Sav is Haitian-American and from Baton Rouge. Despite living in Boston since her college days, she still has not yet fully adapted to New England winters.
*Watcher-employed battle mages often consume high-energy and/or high-sugar products before engaging in a fight as a cheap magic boost.
*All first aid kits used by the Watchers includes a small bottle of Vermont's finest maple syrup for mages going into shock after expending too much magic.
*Danny is a complete and utter whore for Nutella. Nora exploits this to the fullest.
*Nora is a complete and utter whore for fresh ricotta. Danny exploits this to the fullest.
*Mark attended Columbia University for both his undergraduate and graduate work, and after his freshman year came home a Yankees fan. His siblings have never quite forgiven him for it.
*Nora often calls Rhakunvar "His Nibs" or "His Scaliness" (though never anywhere where he can hear). Yalora finds it hysterical.
*There is only one thing that Rhakunvar fears, and that is an angry Yalora.
*Rhakunvar prefers his humans with Tabasco sauce rather than ketchup. (He hasn't eaten a human since 1904, though, and finds them too gamy and too small to satisfy his appetite.)
*Nora has perfected the art of the knuckleball (a fact that both Jake Warner and his doctor can attest to) and worships at the altar of Tim Wakefield.
*Danny was a chemistry major in college, with a special interest in physical chemistry and especially thermochemistry. He's really good at blowing things up even without magic.
*Veronica is currently attending MIT as a computer science major. Her ultimate goal in life (other than ruling the world) is to usurp Bill Gates in a hostile corporate takeover of Microsoft.
*Nora owns (or is owned by) two Siberian females: silver-shaded with white Mish-Mish and patched tabby with white Zoe. They enjoy acting like dogs, dropping their toys in the water dish, and smothering their mom while she sleeps.
*There is a highly competitive betting pool going in the Boston HQ about how, when, where, and why Aces and Nora will hook up that many of the employees are in on. What they don't know is that Aces and Nora are first cousins (Aces's mother is Nora's father's sister), know about the pool, and have secretly gotten their bets in the book, and plan on robbing everyone else blind. Sav and Danny are quietly laughing in the corner.

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